Touch Of Love
When all alone, we try to make friends;
eveyone needs someone to talk to;
a shadowy mist, often, subtly descends;
many, are married; and won’t do.
I often shop when there’s nothing to buy;
since, I already have what I need;
I returned to my car; with a tear in each eye;
I could almost feel my heart bleed.
Movies and books are a vain substitute;
fictional narratives of sombody else;
in the library; I saw a woman, so cute;
perusing the library shelves.
A very pretty woman; too young for me;
a vision of loveliness; in vain;
refurbishing memories of what was to be;
her beauty simply added to my pain.
Nervous and embarrassed; I walked away;
hoping that woman wouldn’t see;
perhaps, I’d meet a friend; on another day;
today; it wasn’t meant to be.
My mind returned to a time I was shy;
and longed for a woman so much;
I realized that love had passed me by;
and I sought a woman’s touch.
Energy flows when woman touches man;
flowing; soul to soul, from above;
an essential gift in the Master’s plan;
for, such is the touch of love.
Monty 7/6/23. # 1,666